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as the head of the younger of the two caribou 

 bulls I had shot. 



I have forgotten to mention that early on the 

 morning of September 20th we saw a fine bull 

 moose coming down the shoulder of the 

 mountain opposite our camp. It was right up 

 above timber line on bare open rocky ground 

 that looked only suitable for sheep, and 

 although I could only get a side view of it with 

 my glasses, it seemed to me to be a very large 

 animal carrying a fine head. As Mr. Sheldon 

 had not yet shot a moose he, of course, went 

 after it, 1)ut imfortunately was not able to get 

 near it, before it got down into the thick 

 timber on the shoulder of the mountain, and he 

 never saw it again. 



Besides horns and skins, bedding and camp 

 furniture, we had to carry a good supply of 

 meat down to the river for our canoe journey, 

 so it was not until mid-day on September 25th 

 that we finally made a start. On the previous 

 day a thaw had set in, and heavy rain had 

 fallen in the valley of the river though it had 

 snowed in the mountains. This timely thaw 



